Isn’t It A Piece Of Cake?

Isn’t It A Piece Of Cake?

Isn’t it a piece of cake?

To say hi to one’s beloved.

To rock the cradle,

To say morning to the night.

To say how do you do?

To reach the moon,

And to dream of the stars?

Isn’t it?

Isn’t it a piece of cake?

Easy to avoid truth?

To go round and round,

Yet to mislead?

Isn’t it a piece of cake?

To love someone.

Or not.

Isn’t it?

Adios!

A Ticket To Spain.

A Ticket To Spain.

A ticket to Spain

Has rocked my feelings.

From La Nina to El Nino,

It ain’t going to rain.

A ticket to Spain,

Has been bought with the money of thoughts,

As soon as flight takes off,

It will be venturing into the land of my dreams,

We will go straight to the Tomatino festival,

Before saying “Hola” to my friend,

Whom I have longed to see for eons.

And it is good to have things regained,

We will learn Spanish and be “Ole”,

To be world renowned.

Adios!

by the train

By The Train.

By the train,

We shall make the journey.

It will be short as well as long.

By the train,

We shall ride the mountains,

See through the jungle.

A steam train shall be preferable.

We shall win the hearts of the clouds.

By the train,

We shall forage that relationship with the world,

That no one ever has.

By the train,

We shall ride and ride and ride.

Adios!